Good Intentions by Elliott Kay Page A

his mouth to speak, Lorelei asked, “Master, will you be late to your first class?” Her question had him headed out the door, of course. Despite his overwhelming desire to drag her upstairs and fuck her senseless until she had confessed whatever she had done, his mind screamed at him that he needed to hang onto some normalcy in his life. He couldn’t spend al day every day in bed with his will ing partner—though, given her ability to keep him going, he couldn’t really articulate why not. No. There was Lorelei, and despite how real she might be, there was also reality. Alex needed reality. He needed to stay grounded. He needed to tel that thin, brown-eyed brunette with the ponytail behind the snack bar that she was smoking hot, and that he looked for her every time he came in, and that if she thought he was being creepy he was really sorry and could think of a half-dozen great ways to make it up to her. Stop it. He paid for his sandwich and soda without saying much to her, though it was weird how she seemed happy to see him and never broke eye contact until he walked away. Alex wandered outside and found an open spot at a table alone. He doubted it would be hard to find a stranger who’d wellcome him to her table, but the thought of taking advantage of that creeped him out.
    Someday, he might get used to pretty women fawning over him like this. He might even get to like it. No, he had to admit, he would definitely like it. But Alex didn’t want it to go to his head or to start believing that he was entitled to this sort of attention because he was somehow inherently awesome. The fact was, it was al just because he’d had a run-in with the supernatural… …and, as Lorelei had warned him last night, he might well have more. That was an unsettling thought. He had no idea who those people who’d kidnapped her and Rachel were, and Lorelei didn’t seem to know, either. At the very least, she hadn’t brought the subject up. But what if it happened again? She was weaker now than before. What if there were others who knew how to abduct angels and demons? Wouldn’t she be more vulnerable than she had been when it first happened? What if being with her endangered his mother? Or his friends? He was still getting used to Lorelei, and that was a secret, one-on-one arrangement. It couldn’t last like that. He couldn’t do that to her. If they were really going to be…friends, at least, she had to be able to come out in the open. Do things in public with him. Meet his friends. Meet Mom. None of them would want him to have to hide anything. Oh, he doubted that he’d be tel ing his friends about the whole demonsex-slave thing, of course, but they should at least know he had a…girlfriend? Friend with (astounding) benefits? Sex demon? I should just tel them the truth and then let them figure out I’m not fooling, he mused, but that wasn’t practical at al . Sticking his head in the sand was similarly impractical. Life had changed, and there was no changing it back. He pul ed out his cel phone, checked the time, and then made a cal . As he waited for a connection he spotted a rack containing various flyers and campus announcements. Among the papers was a copy of the current course schedule. It was only a week into the school year, still early enough to petition for changes. He grabbed one and started methodically going over his options.
    The other end of the phone picked up. “Your mom.” “No, your mom.” “What’s up, Alex?” “How much does it cost to enrol at that kung fu school you’ve been going to, Drew?” “Hundred twenty-five a month, plus you gotta buy gear. But you can go almost every night of the week if you want. Why, you finally thinking of going?” “Yeah.” That price would hurt. He could cover it for at least a couple months at the expense of the new computer he’d been saving for…but this was too important. “Good. What changed your mind?” “I, um…kinda got into a scuffle the other